MELANCHOLY

A mere coincidence?

hanging onto a thread,

lonely heading to a dug out well.

On a bed she lies

A sick woman 

Diagnosed with cancer 

Only had three months

But the doctor assured 

She will be fine soon

It didn't stop there

We were sure she had more

Maybe nine months

Or an year if she ate well

It was not from us

Thats what the doctor said

Believed the faith,

the rituals, the hymns.

nothing lasts beside;

A lie

Not just a lie

A one that give hope

A little happiness

Pessimists act

Was it right? 

As a decision but not an act

Crafting the cries

 Past through the meadows.

And the darkness fully resides.

Three months 

It was a short time 

We didn't see it pass

Waking up in the morning 

Not for birds chanting 

But crys, pain and sorrow 

The void sprung,

saw a beauty hung.

Dragged onto the sores of, 

can be lies.

The doctor

Some called him liar

Though a hero

Promised us a year or so

She was sure she would be fine

At least she had hope

At this point

The world had paused 

Who am I to judge

Can it be someone?

Someone who can feel,

feel the same melancholy within?

But there, against the ocean of pain

We all lay because of the lies

Its still a Condition 

Thanks for reading this..wrote it for a friend, only she understands the meaning of this and i hope it would make her feel better.

Found this word "melancholy" and loved it so i had to use it (Affected with Great Sadness)